ers in the court who have Hu blood?”

Wang Ji thought for a moment, then     hesitated and said: “No.”

Fu Ping’An thought about it for a while, and didn't remember seeing someone who looked like a barbarian among the court officials.
After thinking about it, he asked again: “Is there a minister who will marry Hu Ji?”

It is clear matter but presumably there is no such thing, because this matter is too rare, if there is, it will be spread.

But beauties and concubines can be Hu people, so maybe there are still some.

Fu Ping’An stopped asking.

That girl can enter the palace; presumably, she is a direct descendant, not a concubine child.

Since she can't find out, it's fine, it's just a minister's daughter, unless she enters the court or becomes an official, there will be no interaction in the future, so Fu Ping’An put this matter aside and went to the West Market with Chen Yan.

A lot of people had gathered at the door, some were sitting lazily on the ground, and some had set up stalls to do business.
Fu Ping’An saw a lot of people gathered in one place, and she wanted to go over curiously.

 [Lu la la lu la la: what are you doing? Are you playing a monkey? ]

 [Ting Yunque: I want to see it; it was so lively in ancient times.]


Fu Ping’An wants to watch it even more, because she thinks that she needs to fulfill the expectations of the barrage, after all, those are the “gold masters” who gave her gifts.

She was standing outside the crowd, thinking hard.
At this time, hands passed through her armpit and supported her.
She quickly passed over the heads of the crowd and saw the situation inside.

But she couldn't care less about what was going on inside now; she blushed and looked down, and saw Chen Yan looking at her with a smile, and said, “Little sister, you can see it this way.”

Wang Ji on the side looked like a ghost.

Fu Ping’An was about to say “Don't do this”, but he saw a familiar face in the crowd, with two braids on her face.
Her face hadn't changed from more than a month ago, and she still had a pretty exotic appearance.
She was wearing a light jacket.
The blue blouse was looking at her in shock.

It's the kid named Ah Hua!

Fu Ping’An actually thought that “Ahua” was a pseudonym at the time because it was too casual, but she didn't really care about the other party's real identity, and she didn't care that much about whether the other party knew her real identity.
Well, anyway, after this night, the two of them will not meet again.

But now Fu Ping’An thought, the other party must not know her identity!

Seeing this kind of thing by her peers made her even more ashamed for no reason.
She was a little anxious, patted Chen Yan's arm, and said, “Put me down!”

Ping’An was stunned for a moment, and Chen Yan also put her down.

The other party muttered: “It's okay, no one will care.”

Fu Ping’An's cheeks were hot, but thinking about hitting Chen Yan's face in a hurry just now, he felt a little sorry, and raised her head and said: “Sorry, I…
I'm not…
It was intentional.”

Chen Yan was bewildered, Fu Ping’An raised her finger and pointed to her cheek, Chen Yan was taken aback, then smiled and said: “I don't feel it at all; it's like scratching an itch.”

At this moment, there was a voice asked in surprise: “Ping’An?”

Fu Ping’An turned her head: “…It's you, ah, ah Hua.”

Luo Qionghua looked at Fu Ping’An's face carefully, and soon saw that the other party's face was probably was painted yellow, and she couldn't help laughing and said, “It's so evenly painted.”

Chen Yan was puzzled: “Know you?”

She didn't expect that Her Majesty knew someone of the same age outside.

She looked at Luo Qionghua, and quickly raised her eyebrows.
Although she was wearing common clothes and had dust on her face and hands, her skin was delicate and fair, and her fingers were also white, tender, and slender.
It looked like she hadn't worked, so she was not a poor person.
The child of a family, but the young lady of which family?


She also saw the other party's round and big eyes, thick eyelashes, and straight nose, and remembered that Her Majesty asked the ministers if there was any blood of Hu people in front of the palace gate, and she immediately understood.

It turned out to be asking the child.

She smiled and said, “Your name is Ah Hua?”

Luo Qionghua nodded hastily: “That's right; these are my two good friends, Erya and Tie Zhu.”

She turned to greet the two skinny monkey-like children behind her, but the two children hid themselves, unwilling to come out.

Luo Qionghua turned her head and said embarrassedly: “They are a little afraid of strangers.”

Chen Yan pointedly said: “You are not afraid of strangers.”

The three children looked about the same age, but it was obvious that Ah Hua was the head.    

Luo Qionghua said: “We are not strangers.
I know Ping An.
Right, Ping An? Want to see what's going on inside, I'll take you in.”    

This scene was like a repeat of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month; Fu Ping’An didn't realize it again and was pulled into the crowd.    

Ah Hua in the front shuttled like a fish.
Relying on their small stature, they quickly got to the front from a certain corner, but there was no wonderful performance inside, but a scholar-like person and a salesman.
An old man with a beard.    

The old man pointed at the scholar and kept cursing because the speed of speaking was too fast, and Fu Ping’An didn't understand swear words well, and he couldn't even hear them clearly, but the barrage said—— [really dirty scolding.
]    

Although she doesn't understand, seeing the red and white face of the scholar, you can tell that it is indeed dirty.
There are some copper coins and a bag of mustard pancakes scattered on the ground, and there is a scent of pancakes in the air.    

Fu Ping’An had never eaten Hu Bing before, so he couldn't help but glance at the Hu Bing on the ground, and at this moment, Ah Hua who was beside him said softly: “The scholar bought the cakes, and the money he used was degraded, which made shopkeeper very angry.”    

Fu Ping’An frowned, thinking that the scholar was studying for nothing when he heard the scholar raise his voice: “It's not fake; this is our Pingyan County money, not fake money!”

His accent was a little strange, like a southerner, Fu Ping’An has lived in the south, so he understands it.

Fu Ping’An remembered that when the regent reclaimed the right to mint coins, the counties could also make them, so it was possible to have money passed down from the counties.

She couldn't help but whispered: “The County can indeed make money.”

Luo Qionghua laughed and said: “We all know that, but the money made by the county cuts corners and materials, and no one likes to use it.
They are broken money.”

 

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